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big mama

little blurb, some yearning 🤧 cw. somnophilia, nsfw!

you had a love-hate relationship with sleep. you loved the night, the quietness and tranquillity of it. you used to think you were wrong wired as you preferred the night, often feeling more productive and full of energy when it was time to rest for the responsibilities of a new day. but what you loved more was to hold someone in your sleep, being cuddled and squeezed, late night talking and slurring your words but forcing yourself to stay awake just because you’re having such a good time with that special person.

an experience that was snatched from you.

now you’re restlessly squirming in a big bed, alone, trying to find a comfortable position. not even the pressure of tomorrow morning plans were enough to get you to sleep. you missed her, profoundly.

you missed her smell, her cold touch. you missed burying your face in her hair and feeling her breath in your neck. oh, she loved trailing soft pecks down your throat right before drifting off to sleep. her body fitted perfectly with yours, the lack of clothes that allowed you to feel the smoothness of her skin, the shape of her waist. you missed the way she tangled with you, as if she needed to melt into you. her leg would straddle your hip, locking you against her.

you missed the intimacy. all of it.

the way she could get so worked up in her sleep, often not realizing until she woke up suddenly with her cunt throbbing and aching as she had tried to rub herself against you.

the first times she’d felt guilty about it, but you never woke up to it. you were a heavy sleeper, specially when sharing a bed with her.

so she started going further. shifting quietly to place her needy pussy right against your hip bone, rocking her hips softly. it felt so good, her moans muffled into your neck, or your hair, it didn’t matter where, she was always clinging into you.

sometimes that wasn’t enough, so she would slid her panties off, she wished you could see how her arousal sticked to it. maybe your thigh feels better, and you were still asleep! but she needed you so bad. you barely twitched when she pulls down your shirt to suck on your breasts, your nipples hardening in her mouth.

she’s so greedy, taking your panties off too. she makes sure to rub your clit so you get wet, she loves it when you’re both wet. her cunt slides deliciously against yours that way. only then you stirred awake, almost. it seemed like it when your hand moves to her ass to push her down. she babbled how much she loved you, how your cunts were made for each other.

you missed waking up in the morning with a mess between your legs, to check under the covers and find your abused pussy swollen and reddish, twitching after hours of being used as you were sleeping.

it pissed you off. why did she had to leave like that? she left with nothing, leaving everything behind, including you. now you only had her clothes to satisfy your craving. was it enough? to wear her shirt and her panties? only the first days, when her scent was still stick to it. you’d do anything to get her back.

for now, touching yourself at the thought of her is the only thing keeping you sane.

Please KILL ME (reader) with jinx there *bats eyelashes* you choose if reader actually survives or not I trust your FANTASTIC writing skills. I just really want my baby girl to be sad about her s/o dying/almost dying. XOXO *sends*

of course! thank you for the request <3

summary; jinx’s girlfriend gets caught in crossfire, and she doesn’t make it. jinx’s grief and eventual hope.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; angst, reader (nearly) dies, mentions of poor mental health, hallucinations, descriptions of war/combat, descriptions of gore, suicidal ideation, (kinda) happy ending

men dni.

jinx didn’t feel complete before she met you.

she was living, sure. she had her gadgets and bombs to keep her company, as well as silco and sevika. were they the best friends for a young adult? maybe not- and sevika didn’t really qualify as a friend. but they were what she had, and she wasn’t going to complain.

but the second she spotted your face in the streets of zaun, jinx knew she’d found something, rather someone special. that first conversation she had with you felt so natural, your voice like sweet honey to her. a melody unlike anything the girl had felt before, something she could listen to for weeks on end and never get bored of. the little gestures you made when talking to her- hell, even the way she introduced yourself to her. she'd heard your name for the first time and thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever hear.

even after you parted, jinx couldn't get you off of her mind. you'd only met once, yet your name was a constant on her mind. she wasn't one to form connections like that, especially not emotional connections. something about you was different, though, and jinx just couldn't help herself. she'd met with you over, and over, and over again, until she finally had the nerve to ask you to be her girlfriend. and to her shock, you'd said yes.

since then, jinx has loved getting to know every little thing about you. the things that make you laugh, the habits you can't break, little details about your past that seem insignificant, but are everything to jinx. every day she learns a new quirk that only deepens the girl's love for you. her love.

before she'd met you, she didn't know if she'd ever find love. she didn't think she would, or could for that matter. she'd accepted that romance wasn't something in the cards for her- other girls? sure. but she wasn't cut out for it. who could love her, after the things she'd done? yet you showed her things she didn't know were possible.

jinx often laid awake with you while you slept, simply watching the rise and fall of your chest. was it creepy? maybe a little bit, but you always looked so peaceful, and it relaxed jinx in turn. she'd made a promise to herself one of those times that she would protect you. if any harm even tried to come your way, she'd stop it. you're hers now, and she protects what's hers.

"nothin's gonna hurt you," she'd murmur, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the gentle flutter of your eyelids, the way your lashes cast a soft shadow on your cheeks and your face would scrunch up every now and again while you dreamt. it was the little things she loved about you, really. "not while i'm here. i swear it."

and with that, jinx was careful to keep you out of danger. jinx is far from safe in her day to day life. she's a pyromaniac of sorts, constantly getting into fights, causing explosions, running from enforcers. but that's her life, not yours. she's a violent criminal, the mad bomber. but to you she's just jinx, the woman you love, and she can't stand the thought of you putting yourself in the same situations she does.

her mind goes to the worst-case scenario, every single time. if she even thinks of you fighting alongside her, she immediately thinks of you getting hurt. even hallucinates the images at times- you bleeding out in front of her. you collapsing, the air sucked out of your lungs while she watches you cling onto what life you have left. it's too real to her, and she can't bear even the possibility.

she knows that you want to protect her. but jinx is a big girl, she says, and she can do these things herself.

until she can't.

you'd been at your apartment, a run-down place that barely qualified as a living space. but it was home, and it was safe enough for you. you'd spend more time in your girlfriend's hideout than not, but your place is much closer to your workplace. it's always a bittersweet farewell, but you both know it won't be long until you see each other again.

slipping off your shoes at the door and tossing your hair, you'd made your way to the bathroom to wash up before doing it all again tomorrow. stupid manager, having you work the closing shift then opening right after. it keeps rent paid, though, so you can't complain too much. you were in the middle of brushing your teeth when you heard the familiar sound of explosions and gunshots. living in zaun, those become background noise- but knowing who your girlfriend is, it always stirs something within you. more often than not, she's caught up in those situations.

you spit out the toothpaste in your mouth before going to a window to see if you can spot anything, and to your surprise, you do. you can see tiny, almost miniscule-looking figures in the distance and clouds of smoke from explosions. you can hear the sound of bombs and gunfire getting louder, and you can see pink smoke. a telltale sign of jinx's presence. but as the fight continues, your worry deepens. she can handle herself, she says. that's always what she says. and somehow, this is the worst fight of hers you've witnessed. you have to do something.

with a quick motion, you slip your shoes back on and swing the door open to run towards the scene. is it dumb? probably. will you regret it? almost definitely. but you can't just stand there and listen to the constant explosions, twiddling your thumbs.

the dimly lit streets of zaun stretch out before you. neon signs illuminate sidewalks, and besides the commotion of the fight, the only other noises are chatter from passersby and the hum of machinery. normally it'd get under your skin, but now you wished the only things you could hear were clanging metal and drunken laughter.

you're quick on your feet to weave through various streets and alleys. all you have to guide you is sound, but the noises keep getting louder- that's a good sign, surely. a bridge, that’s where the noises seem to be coming from. firelights? smeech’s goons? enforcers? you’re not sure exactly who’s after her, but that doesn’t exactly matter either.

the scene comes into view after a few moments, and sure enough, it’s worse than you could’ve pictured for yourself. almost an entire dozen of enforcers attacking jinx from all angles. she’s holding herself up, that’s for sure, but she won’t be able to for much longer. they’re getting behind her, under her, using tactics they don’t expect her to predict. it’s both smart and terrifying how calculated they are. they’re that dedicated to taking jinx down.

"jinx!" you call out, seemingly into a void. "jinx, i'm here! get down!"

she doesn't turn her head, only continues shooting. the sharp click of the trigger rings through the air while you inch closer to her, and it seems hopeless. she has fully armed enforcers surrounding her, and you've seen that look in her eyes before. she's exhausted, but she's still fighting, because that's the only choice she has left at this point. it's either she fights until her last breath, or she gives into the pilties- and she'll do anything to ensure she doesn't give into them.

"jinx, please!"

you're inching closer by the second, until you're almost directly in front of jinx. you weave between a gap in enforcers and grasp your girlfriend's trembling shoulders.

"move!" she yells, before trying to push you away from her. you'd never seen her so defensive, and part of it scares you. the way she wants you gone.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, jinx, not unless you come with me!"

"i got myself into this mess, i'll get myself out."

"gods damn it!" you groan, shaking her shoulders- though she's still trying to escape your grasp. she's dodging bullets to her neck, shoulders, her head with quick precision. "you can get out of this! just come home with me, please!"

she wants to, you can tell that she does. but that stupid fucking pride of hers won't allow her to, and you'd be cursing her if you weren't fearing for the girl's life right now. if you weren't barricaded by armed enforcers, you'd be dragging her by the wrist to your apartment and reprimanding her for her recklessness.

jinx is fighting an internal battle as well as the external one. going back home sounds amazing right now- but she doesn't exactly have a choice, does she? she's shaking her head and using her revolver to take hits- until she feels your body jolt against hers. and then her torso is soaked with blood- your blood, you're collapsing to your knees in front of her, and your forehead is pressing against her stomach.

you're like dead weight against her, and it's happening faster than jinx can even begin to process.

"oh, oh-" she drops to her knees, and takes both of your cheeks in her hands before she looks you in the eye. you're still breathing, although you look as if you're hanging on by a thread. "baby, oh- please, hang on, i'm so sorry,"

with what strength you have left, you slowly shake your head, and your eyes connect with jinx's own. that magenta gaze you've grown to adore over the past few months. one others feared, but you'd come to know as sanctuary- especially in moments like this. you've got enforcers yelling at jinx to let go of you, still trying to take her down. and even though you feel like every breath may be your last, you feel so safe with her.

"don't be sorry," you breathe out. "this was my doing."

it's then that she can see the life drain from your eyes. jinx collapses, and she wails. a guttural scream from the depths of her chest, loud enough for the whole of zaun to hear her. she's unabashed, she doesn't care what happens, who hears her. the dearest thing to her has just been so cruelly ripped out of her grasp.

hot tears stream down jinx's cheeks, and she holds you closer than she's ever held anything before. maybe, just maybe, if she holds you close enough and she cries enough, you'll come back to her. the blow couldn't have been that serious, right?

but the longer you go without responding to jinx, the more it cements for her that this is it. you’re gone.

she’d said once that everyone who gets close to her dies, that’s all she’s ever been used to. but somehow, when you’d met, she’d thought you’d be the exception. surely the gods wouldn’t be so heartless as to take you, too. but she was sorely mistaken.

✧.*

jinx doesn’t feel complete after she loses you.

she feels as if somebody’s carved a piece of her heart out and stomped on it, ruining any hopes of ever being whole again. how could she be whole again, when her better half isn’t here anymore?

days blur into night, sunrise into sunset without jinx noticing. she drags her feet from job to job, she can barely make eye contact with anyone. her tone is painfully flat and trying to get through conversations feels like one of most daunting tasks- even sevika is starting to notice. people know what happen, of course they do.

when the usually cold mad bomber begins to catch feelings for someone and forms an attachment, people start to notice. and when the person she cared for so deeply was killed, they’d noticed just how much more violent she’d become.

not only towards others, but herself. she’d usually had some kind of safety on the weapons she created, but why would she now? why would she keep up the railings she’d put in her hideout to keep you from falling? she’s lost everything she cares about, the one person who saw her for who she is and loved her despite it.

and you didn’t even get a proper burial. who knows where your body is now? is it still on that platform, with people stepping over it like you’re nothing? she can’t bring herself to visit it again, not after seeing you like that.

jinx sees no point in living any longer. there’s no reason for her to keep going if she doesn’t have your love, your warmth. she’d give anything to hear your voice ring through her ears again, or to make you laugh. she’d sacrifice herself in a heartbeat if it meant she got to feel your fingers intertwined with hers again. to feel the soft plush of your lips against her own.

she's more reckless. violent, unhinged, chaotic, all of it. if the people of piltover thought that jinx was bad before, they're all fearing for their lives now. what does jinx have left to lose, now that she's lost you?

the hallucinations grow more frequent, and the voices become louder. it's torture for her. normally, you'd be here to comfort her and anchor her back to reality, but you're not. she's on her own, to deal with all of this by herself.

"please," she murmurs into an empty hideout. tears running down her cheeks, stained black, such a goddamn mess, but she can't stop. "just come back. if you're out there, please, i can't... i can't do this without you."

but it's then that she hears heavy footsteps approaching behind her.

"go away."

"you're gonna want to hear this." sevika. what the hell is she doing in jinx's hideout at this hour?

"i'm not interested," jinx bites, tugging her knees to her chest and shaking her head. "get out. i'm in no mood."

"she's alive."

"no, she's not. she's dead, sevika, i saw her!"

"yeah, and i just saw her too. in a hospital bed, alive." sevika counters. jinx still can't bring herself to look at her. this must be some twisted joke, right? surely. the woman was finding humor in her pain and wanted to rub it in her face. "they said the bullet went in through her back, punctured her lung, barely missed her heart. exited through her chest. she's got a collapsed lung and she's in a hell of a state, but she's alive."

jinx turns her head over her shoulder. thick brows furrow, and her eyes are blown wide. the whites of her eyes are bloodshot from just how much she'd been crying, and she looks even more pale and sickly than usual. if she'd been paying attention, she'd be able to notice the glimmer of... concern in sevika's eye.

"you're serious?"

"i'm serious."

✧.*

jinx nervously clutches a bouquet of wildflowers to her chest. a rarity in zaun, but she'd gone to the ruins of the commune to pick a few for you. she's standing outside of the door of the room you're held in- in piltover. even though they were the ones responsible for putting you in this situation, they were compassionate enough to at least recognize that they'd fucked up. they were after jinx, not you, and it was wrong of them to try and take you down.

would they stop trying to get jinx? absolutely not, but they'd realized their wrongdoing.

here goes nothing, she supposes, before twisting the doorknob.

the image of you in bed, hooked into various machines and looking like a shell of the person she knows hits jinx like a bag of bricks. the color has drained from your face. you're staring up at the ceiling, and the only things moving are your fingers from time to time- though, she supposes not much moving can be done when you're recovering from a near-fatal gunshot wound. your head slowly turns to the direction of the door, though, and it's then that jinx sees you smile.

her heart stutters in her chest, and she bolts towards your bed.

"oh- oh, gods, you're alive, you're..."

"i'm alive," you affirm, though your voice is weak. your breath is shorter, but you still have it- and that's something, isn't it?

she sits down on the edge of your bed, tentatively taking one of your hands into her lap. she doesn't want to pull too hard for the risk of hurting you further, but jinx needs this. she needs to know that she isn't dreaming, that you're here in the flesh with her and you're okay.

"i didn't know what to do without you. without you around, your- your love," she murmurs, rosy eyes locked with yours. you can tell from the tremble in her voice that she's close to the point of tears. "i... i thought you were gone."

"i thought i was, too," you whisper, giving a weak squeeze of jinx's hand. "but i'm still here, somehow. i missed you."

"i missed you so damn bad, babe, you don't know- i'm never letting anything happen to you again, and that's a damn promise. okay?"

"okay. and i'm not doing any stupid shit like that again either."

it's bittersweet, but jinx is so unabashedly happy in this moment. she leans over you, searching your eyes. your chapped lips, your tangled hair, your dry skin- but you look more beautiful than you ever have before to her. you're alive, and you're hers. she leans closer, her lips barely brushing yours, before being interrupted by the doctor entering the room.

"we're going to pull her from the room to run some tests for a while, miss."

"damn it."

Bruh I can’t wait for season 2

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Walking into jinxs workshop, your immediately met with the loud blaring of ‘get jinxed’ echoing off the walls and the lingering smell of explosives. Tossing your tattered bag down onto a stool, you glance around the colorfully spray painted room with no sight of your girlfriend and attempt to call out to her over the loud music.

After only few seconds of no response you hear the sound of clanking above you, and it’s there, on the ceiling, where you find your girlfriend biting her lip in concentration while tinkering the with wires and mechanisms on her latest bomb, while her bright blue braids casually dangled off the metal ceiling beam—the beam that hung above a giant dark pit in the workshop.

Jinx doesn’t take notice to you at first, not until you toss a pen laying on the floor, breaking her focus and making her flinch. she turns her head to see you standing with hands on hips and she grinned widely.

“hey-ya toots! how long you been here?” jinx asked, turning the nob on her speaker to lower the music and pulling her goggles up.

“just got back, had to sneak past sevika so she wouldn’t flip about me distracting you.” you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the thought. “is there a reason your dangling above a deep dark pit?”

“what, a girl can’t just build bombs on the ceiling because she feels like it anymore? and anyhow, more height means bigger boom!” jinx kicked her feet back and fourth in the air and flailed her arms dramatically.

“yeahhh, not sure how accurate that one is. just come down here, would you?”

“jeez, didn’t know you missed me so much. if your not carful toots, i might start to think you like me.” the blue haired girl teased, swinging down from the ceiling bar and landing ungracefully in front of you before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“and what a tragedy that would be” you remarked back at her antics. the grin still plastered on her face widened as you sassed her back.

“please i’m a total catch.” jinx replied back, with playful gleam in her eye. she loved that you matched her so well, it was one of the reasons she loved you so much.

you smirk and challenge her. “yeah? and what makes you such the catch?”

she leaned in close to you, nose to nose. “i’d be happy to show you..” her playful grin was replaced with a sly one, grabbing your hand, she pulled you over to the large circular work desk in the center of the room and plopped down on a swivel chair. You looked down into her pink eyes as she placed her spray paint-covered hands on the back of your thighs.

you couldn’t help but admire her in moments like this—when she was so domestic, so loving. that was your jinx.

you tilt your head down, breaking the eye contact. “missed you today. heard some talk about a topside building exploding? makes me worry ‘bout you.” you admitted softly to her.

jinx huffs, her smile slightly faltering at the mention of the explosion. she took your chin in between her fingers and tilted your head to look at her.

“pshhh, i can handle myself out there. come on babe, lighten up!“ she shakes her head to dismisses your concern.

there’s a brief pause after, one that’s quiet—never silent (not for jinx anyhow), but quiet. it’s nice and you relish in its rarity. jinx breaks the bubble after a moment.

“so you missed me?” the smirk appears back on her face and you shove at her shoulder.

“maybe.”

“just maybe?” she whispers.

your face is just centimeters away from hers before you close the distance. you feverishly slam your lips into hers and she returns it instantly.

jinx hums as you break apart to catch your breath and with a sly grin she grips your hips with her slender fingers, pulling you onto her lap so your straddling her.

you place your fingers on the nape of her neck and she kisses you again—gently biting you lip, pulling on it before slipping her tongue into your mouth and pressing you impossibly close to her. your head spins at your girlfriends actions, slightly opening your lips to allow her to tangle her tongues with yours.

you move your hands to tug on her thick blue braids and jinx can’t help but to let out a whimper into your mouth at the feeling.

the kiss lasts for some time, with jinx’s hands starting to wander and caress every area of exposed skin not covered by your shirt. Fingers run down every curve of your body, her pink and blue nails trace your spine, making you shiver against her and jinx smiles into the kiss.

ever the impatient girl, your girlfriend makes quick work of unbuttoning your jeans and slipping a hand under the waistband, causing your hips to shamelessly jerk. she relishes in the way your body reacts to her touch and drags her hand over your clothed pussy.

“baby-“ your breath gets heavier against her lips. “we can’t-”

“we can” she simply says and begins to rub her hand slowly over your cunt, making you roll your hips against her. you use all your will power to pull away from her mouth once more and she switches to sucking bruises into your neck.

“sev- sevika needs your help with a job from silco. i head them talking about it downst- ah”you grip your hand over her wrist when she dips her hand under your panties. “fuck, baby, we can’t. silco and sevika will come up here looking for you any minute.”

jinx slows her movements under your pants to a stop and drops her head slack into your neck, groaning in what sounded like both annoyance and pleasure. “sevika is a big girl, im sure she can handle it on her own” she pulled her hand out of your jeans and fiddled with the button on them with an infamous pout on her lips.

you loosely wrapped your arms around her neck and she pulled her head from the crook of your neck to look at you. “i know that. but you know how he gets.” you said,remembering the last time jinx came to you, as frantic as you’d ever seen her after she had skipped out on a big job and silco expressed his disappointment with her. the last thing either of you wanted was a repeat of that.

she sighs heavily, her expression turning sour and she looks away—the memory of silcos disappointment still fresh in the blue haired girls mind. “fine” she grumbles. “i guess your right.”

you give her a sweet smile, reaching up to smooth her kinky hair down. The moment is interrupted by the sound heavy boots against the floor, entering jinx’s workshopand you both turn to look at sevika.

“jinx.” her muscular arms are crossed across her chest as she stands looking at the two of you, her usual bored expression across her face. “silco wants-“

“yeah, yeah, i know. you need help from little ol’ jinx” your girlfriend gives one last peck to your lips before you slide off her lap and jinx stands, walking over to sevika as you turn your back to them and fix yourself up.

“i get it sevi” she pats sevikas chest “don’t worry, im sure you’ll be brave enough to go on your own. one day.”

“watch it. let’s go before i change my mind.” sevika growls in response to her snarky comment and swats her hand away, turning swiftly to walk out.

“text me on your way back, yeah?” you tell her.

“of course. see ya toots! be back soon!” jinx turns and says her goodbyes, winking slyly.

“see ya baby.”

Oh my-

Kanroji Mitsuri - Demon Slayer

Halloween edition 🎃

Jinx having a gf who’s touchy and affectionate

requested. @luc1dw0rld

Jinx’s hideout was always filled with chaos, half-finished inventions strewn across every surface, faint scorch marks on the walls, and the constant hum of machinery that never quite worked the way she wanted. But today, it felt different. Calmer, almost peaceful. It wasn’t because she’d finally decided to clean up the mess. She hadn’t. It was because of you.

You were sprawled out on her couch, an old, tattered thing she’d salvaged from a junkyard, but it felt like a throne whenever you were on it. Jinx sat cross-legged on the floor in front of you, tinkering with a grenade she’d been working on for days. Your legs dangled over the edge of the couch, and every so often, your foot brushed against her shoulder. Each touch, light as it was, sent a warmth through her that she didn’t know how to handle.

“Y’know, I think I’ve got this one right this time,” Jinx muttered, her tongue poking out as she focused on the tiny screws and wires in her hands. Her usual frenetic energy was dulled and her movements slower.

“I don’t doubt it for a second,” you said from above her. Your voice was soft, laced with the kind of unwavering confidence in her abilities that always made her stomach twist in unfamiliar ways.

She glanced up at you, her eyes wide and unguarded for a split second before she remembered herself and looked away. “Pfft. Don’t go jinxin’ it, babe,” she said, forcing a smirk as she set the grenade down. But her voice lacked its usual sharp edge, softened by the way you were looking at her.

You slid off the couch and onto the floor beside her, your legs folding neatly under you. “Need help?” you asked, even though you both knew your technical skills couldn’t match hers. It didn’t matter. The question wasn’t really about the grenade.

Jinx tensed for a moment, her fingers twitching against her thighs. She wasn’t used to this. To someone just…being there. It was a different kind of tension, though. Not the kind that made her fingers itch for a trigger or her mind spiral into chaos. It was much softer.

“Nah, I’m good,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. But she didn’t move away when your hand rested lightly on her knee.

You smiled at her, that small, knowing smile that always made her feel like you could see straight through her defenses. “Alright,” you said, leaning back on your hands.

Jinx’s gaze flicked to your hand on her knee, then to your face. She could feel the weight of your affection in the smallest gestures. The way your fingers curled slightly, as if anchoring her in place. It was overwhelming and comforting all at once, a contradiction she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.

“You’re all…touchy, y’know that?” she said, trying for a teasing tone, but it came out softer than she intended.

“Does it bother you?” you asked, tilting your head.

Jinx hesitated, her fingers drumming against her leg in a rapid rhythm. “Nah. It’s just…weird. Not bad weird. Just…weird weird.”

You chuckled, the sound light and easy. “I’ll take weird weird.”

She watched as you leaned closer, your fingers brushing a stray strand of blue hair out of her face. The gesture was so gentle, so casual, it made her heart stutter. She wasn’t used to people touching her like this. As if she was something fragile, something worth handling with care.

“Why’re you always doing that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Doing what?”

“Touching me. Like…like that.”

You tilted your head, your expression soft but serious. “Because I love you, Jinx.”

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do with them. Love wasn’t something she was good at. It was messy and complicated and full of things she didn’t understand. Whenever she was with you, her entire world felt simpler.

She looked away, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “You’re such a sap,” she muttered, but there was no bite in her words.

“That means you like it,” you said, your voice teasing but warm.

She rolled her eyes, but the faint smile tugging at her lips gave her away. “Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”

You didn’t respond, just leaned closer until your forehead was resting against hers. Jinx froze, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat of your skin, the steady rhythm of your breathing, and it was…nice.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice shaky but sincere. “Just…not used to this. Feels…weird.”

“Weird weird?”

“Yeah. But, like…good weird.”

You smiled, your hand slipping into hers. Her fingers twitched, hesitant at first, but then they tightened around yours. She didn’t say anything, but the way her grip lingered said more than words ever could. For a while, the two of you just sat there, her hand in yours, her forehead still pressed against yours. The chaos of the hideout faded into the background, replaced by a quiet that was rare for her. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that came with loneliness. It was the kind of quiet that felt safe. Jinx absolutely loved the time she would spend with you. You are her world.

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